Dale arrives

It was Dale. Jones watched through the blinds as he walked up the steps to the trailer, a large package under his arm. "Shit." Jones thought. He knew Dale never left a package as theft was far too common in the trailer park, and could clearly see the beat up old truck outside. The bell rang. Jimmy Jones looked down, his swollen cockhead mushroomed against Candy's slightly winking asshole, and watched as her head lolled from side to side. He tried to ignore Dale as he pushed forward, seeing her anal ring stretch as his thick cock slid forward, engulfing his cockhead slowly until it was inside her. She whimpered loudly as his shaft slid into her. "SHIT!" Jones thought, hoping Dale hadn't heard it over all the racket of his knocking.

He looked down, gritting his teeth as he slowly pulled it out, seeing her stretched hole slowly close back to its normal size. Jones cursed, and stuffed a pair of Ronnie's filthy underwear in her mouth before sliding the straps to his coveralls back over his massive torso.

"Jimmy. It Dale. C'mon, get off the couch. Gotta package 'ere for Ronnie." He knocked hard as Jones stood, awkwardly trying to stuff his huge, hairy cock into his coveralls.

"Wake up, Hoss." he said again, ringing the doorbell a second time.

Jones shook the trailer as he walked to the door, opening it just enough to reach his hairy arm out.

"What's that boy of yer's buyin' anyway? You give him too much allowance fer as little work he does." Dale said, sweat staining the old trucker hat he wore. He was a weathered man in early 50's that sported a beer belly and five days worth of stubble. Jones suspected he was dealing drugs on the side to pay for his wife's medical bills. He was also the resident poker host for the trailer park, a fact which Jones was quickly reminded of. "Besides, you still owe me $37.50 from last week's game, and another $50 from the week before."

The gears in Jimmy's wicked mind started turning again. "Say, Dale..."